poems, memoirs, and essays

Gospel Writer

The gospel pervades everything,shutting down the barrage of lies.They lie like rotting flesh asgospel dawn illumines the battlefield.I continue for gospel’s sakewhen I realize It could wipe this pageblack.The creeping lie that slithers uponwhat’s left of the fight in meis one that says I’m a very good fighter,an original writer whose words haveweight and power.But the only weight and power I hadlies dead there,decomposingin the presence of that all-illumining sun.

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Welcome to this screen space, friend. These words are created in Seattle now, where I live with my husband and three sons. Kansas prairies and farms will bleed out through what I write, along with the mystery of God, who forever insists on communing with me.
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